Many days when I awake My work is all I see. Focus does from me then take My eyes away from thee. Through the pane I see the wood, Tree’s canopy above, And on grassy blanket good Stands creatures made in love. Songs from beaks filling the air, They echo your sweet word, Bringing life to all that’s fair, My heart with longing stirred. Deep and great must be the one Whose words brought forth this land, Giving life through shining sun To all creation grand. More than earth has his hand wrought In dirt his image placed, And for souls he long has fought To see us face to face. But from pane my eye averts To tasks that fill each day. In such times your joy deserts, I focus on my way. Yet in bed I lay at night Long after work is done, Slowly then my thoughts take flight To mercies of the Son.